A Typical Toddle.

These titles are getting to be a bit of a stretch, aren’t they? Haha.

It’s been a hot week for us here in Western Australia. Apparently the north of the state missed out on their hottest day since records began by just 0.2 of a degree. I’m sure the people living there felt the difference! Even here on the south coast it was warmer than usual. I wonder what it will be like in five or ten years, when we’ve completely changed our approach to global warming and are all on renewable, sustainable energy? (Well, I can dream, can’t I?)

Hope your Sunday is an interesting one – I’m off to have a cup of tea and a piece of banana-berry-bread with the Handsome Sidekick!

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Are You Sitting Comfortably? Then I’ll Begin…

Aeon magazine posted the link to this story on my Twitter feed earlier in the week, and I copied it with the idea that it could be interesting to put in the links roundup on Sunday. However, as I was reading other news articles, I realised that it tied in so well to something else I had seen about the massacre of villagers in Nigeria by Boko Haram.

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The Prevailing Parade.

Speaking of which, our town had its Christmas Pageant last night, and it was delightful. Second Offspring was in the parade and loved it. As we got into the car to drive home, it was just starting to get dark, and the windmills on the hills in the west were silhouetted against the bright sunset. So great.

I hope your Sunday is shaping up to be a good one. I’m looking forward to a run with the dog and doing some baking to use up the three dozen eggs we seem to have accumulated…

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Short Break.

Greetings!

path: ethic is taking a break this week as I just finished the first draft of my novel on Friday and am completely wiped out.

However, all is not lost! Below are some links to some interesting or thought-provoking pieces from other people. I’m intending to have this as a regular feature, so stay tuned for more weekend updates.

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No Sex, Please, We’re Old!

A few months ago, I was reading an article by Ros Thomas in The West Australian. It discussed how men in retirement homes can often be very socially isolated. Whereas women in their senior years tend to gravitate towards social activities, some men can find it difficult to interact with others and as a result, become very lonely. Thomas was visiting a men’s group, created to give the male residents a place to talk to one another, share memories.

Imagine living in a place where the only people you see are staff and others like you: no longer living in the family home, no longer able to drive, no longer able to make decisions with regards to what food you’ll eat each week, or what activities you might choose to do. All your day to day routines are controlled by others, and while care facilities are much more flexible than in the past, it’s still an institution, and not the same as living in one’s own community, in one’s own home.

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Who Cares What They Think?

A couple of months ago, I took Fourth Offspring for a late night jaunt down to the hospital. He’d been playing outside with his siblings in the afternoon, and had fallen—as he has, numerous times before and since—and his arm was hurting him. He’s not very verbal (he isn’t quite two years old yet) but it seemed like his wrist was sore, and even after icing and painkillers, it still was bothering him. So we went to Emergency.

I was a little reluctant to take him.

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Fair Go, Mate!

This week’s path: ethic is by guest blogger, Michael Lloyd. Michael is a retired farmer, an Anglican deacon and is currently completing his Bachelor of Arts at the University of Western Australia.

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Australians have always seen themselves as an egalitarian mob. From the time Europeans arrived in 1788 to establish a penal colony, they saw a classless society as desirable – none of the old English class system for us! We expected from, and gave to, everyone the benefit of doubt – a Fair go, Mate! And from this evolved the ‘Tall Poppy Syndrome’, whereby anyone who considered themselves a ‘bit above their neighbours’ was ‘taken down a peg or two’ – the tall poppy cut down! It seemed the attitude was that if you had done exceptionally well in an undertaking, you had probably cheated at best or broken the law at worst.

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Fly Me To The Moon.

I had a different post for this week (I even scheduled it because I obviously have such mad computer skillz! That, and I’m busy and didn’t know if I would otherwise get around to it) but then four things happened: I read a poem, I read a blog post, it was the 45th anniversary of the moon landing, and the conflict in Gaza exploded into even greater tragedy, and they all came together into this post.

Welcome to the leaps of logic which exist in my mind!

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